The White Sun Consecration
The blade moved to the sun, it was trying to destroy the light, trying to destroy it completely.
It failed.
The moment the sword hit the sun, it stopped. It was mighty; no doubt, it was powerful, without question.
But one cannot destroy a near infinite string of creation. Even if it was destroying some of the light, it could not continue. It was a thing; it was a thing that was one, was finite, and was defined. It had a physical form and an effect. Ultimately that is what it was. It was not one with the truth, it was not something expressed by the truth, and it was not something that could withstand it.
And so while it tried to cut into the sun and destroy all the light that made it, the sun attacked it in kind.
Not even the strongest stone could withstand a mighty torrent with no end in sight. And that is what the blade faced. And so, despite the fact that it might have been impossible, despite the fact that it should have been inconceivable to the girl, the girl who failed to understand that her powers we not flawless, were not absolute.
And so the sword burned, parts of it were consumed eliminated from the world by the truth exploding from the power of light and truth it sought to end, and what was left, a shadow of its former self, was pushed back out of the sun. All that remained was wound in the sun, a small wound the size of a blade that was shortly filled with new light.
The Saint – Hamara
The blade hit the sun and Hamara did not even look up, he did however tense slight and his body slightly bent over. Small drops of sweet dropped from his brow and he immediately caught his breath that he lost from the shock.
He felt it; he felt the strike on the sun’s form. Dangerous, it was dangerous whatever do that, it was like rejection, like a powerful rejection. It was not enough though, the power of all the light collected within the Sun was vast and the blade's power was snuffed out, not able to reach far into it, not able to destroy much of the sun. Like a glass of water thrown into a roaring fire. And with a surge of his will the light filled the empty space, like water flowing into an emptied bowl.
He could not allow this one to do what they wished. It could potentially disrupt the consecration. It was his duty to see it though, to perform this for the sake of his brothers and sisters. So he would stop it.
And so he clenched his hand, and his power reached into the sun, and from the sun near the enemy numerous spheres were released. It would not waste the power of the sun, it just served as a mean to quicken the final result.
Then the orbs shined, and a torrent of light was released at the woman, seeking of burning her and pushing her away. Even if she was human, a human with strange and unnatural powers like he has seen, even if she was one of his brother or sisters, they would at least be knocked away, blasted away by the wave of truth.
The Saint – Entrance
The man approached, and the squad of guardsmen tensed. ‘Dangerous’, that was the one thought they had when they saw the man in front of them. He reminded them of their Captain, a man considered one of the strongest in the world in his prime. Walking with purpose, each motion carrying a weight and no openings for the eye to see.
His black armor seemed to shine in the light of the sun while his black hair framed his face. He would have been considered handsome if not for how intimidating he was.
And so, the one man in charge of the group at the entrance spoke up as the man approached, prepared to do his duty. “Sir, turn back, no one is to pass on our captains orders, and we would prefer to not have blood spilled this night.”
Crest
Crest gave a slight hum as he accepted her answer. Annoying, it seemed this place was a city though and though, although it would be possible to avoid any patrolling force. He had no doubts the Saint would gain influence over them soon.
He would have to find a way to avoid attention even more then he has been, if that bastard established a safe spot it would be impossible to avoid him for long. But he would also need to get food, but since it was mostly station around shops he would probably be able to steal it. As he thought he took out a piece of jerky and began to nibble on it.
“Valuables, money, food, anything you have, put it on the table” He gestured to the table with his machete as he continued to nibble on his food, the bags under his eyes being slightly more apparent than they were before, and his breathing slightly uneven, but it was hidden under his mumbling.
Roger’s Theater
Just took a deep breath from his nose, loosening his grip on his weapon slightly and twirling it a bit. “No, we will wait. I have to stay here.” He looked at the boy ghost before smiling slightly, “You can help if you like.” Being around the youthful ghost reminded him of his son, back when he was young.
It was nostalgic, and in a way it was comforting. Also, this child did not seem to hate the sun, just interested in it simply with childish curiosity, it was refreshing.
“For now, how about we play a game of I-spy while we wait.” He chuckled, “I spy with me very eyes something that is…” He saw the gold seats and the finishing on the walls, “Gold.”
Suiren
It hurt, but it was not a real pain. It was throbbing, a dull throbbing though her body. Groaning she removed herself from the stone slowly.
Then she felt it.
Heavy, she was heavy. Why was she heavy, why was there such a weight on her body. It took more strength to move her limbs, to move her body. There was something pushing against her.
Suiren’s eyes widened, before they narrowed, understanding what happened.
Its power was getting stronger, so she had to use more power to restrain it. That’s what this was. This was her punishment. The woman’s power… her power wasn’t in existence. She was a font of power, and from her the power to create new life was constantly pouring out. She tried to take something, to dominate something that was out of her sphere. She could dominate anything that existed.
But her power was creation. It was something new, a force that made something that was not there. It was not “life” but the “creation of life”.
And because of that, because of that simple reason, that oversight, it was something outside of her grasp. “Hah, so that’s what she meant…”
Yes, she remembered, the words of the 1st. The words that told her she hand to understand and explore her own limits, her own nature. It seemed she had a misunderstanding about something. And so Suiren let her butt hit the ground, as she sighed exhausted.
“So… I guess I just have to overcome this also huh…” She mumbled, “Ugh, so annoying.”
